Chapter 18: Reunion

"Patriarch, six hundred catties of grain have been placed at the entrance of the village, and some dried fish and wine have also been placed there."

Rao Xiangyun came over and said loudly, it seemed that he was still wary. At that time, Zhang Ziwen was talking to Patriarch Rao about how long it would take for the Japanese devils to fight Nanjing, and Zhang Ziwen thought that it would be as little as three months and as much as half a year. Patriarch Rao confirmed that it would not last long, Shanghai would not be able to fight for three months, could it be that Nanjing, the national capital, would not be able to fight for three months? This Zhang Ziwen didn't believe it.

"Company Commander Zhang, the clan has prepared the food you want, and I won't keep you when the army is busy. But once you got acquainted, you can also make friends, and if you ask for it after your birthday, I hope that Company Commander Zhang can help you. "That's the human thing.

"Brother Xie Shounian, if you have something to ask me, you can write a letter to Duyun Mansion, although the younger brother has no fixed place in the army, there is still a letter from home."

Zhang Ziwen will agree, but it depends on the size of the matter, and when the matter is big, Zhang Ziwen will naturally not receive the letter.

"Then I won't keep you, take care all the way." After speaking, he hugged Zhang Ziwen.

"Please take care too."

Zhang Ziwen said to take care and what he said about taking care have only one meaning, be careful of the Japanese.

Out of the compound to the entrance of the village, twelve bags of rice are placed at the entrance of the village, as well as several strings of dried fish and two large jars of wine, take the things and leave the village.

When Zhang Ziwen came back, Wu Yongqing and the others were already eating, but half of them were eating and half of them were vaguely surrounding the eating place with guns, obviously worried that the 400 or so people would come to grab food. At this time, Zhang Ziwen noticed that the transportation was even holding 38 big covers, and a bunch of old sleeves and Hanyang were thrown on the car.

It seems that the cars are all Japanese weapons, and the capital that Wu Yongqing said will not be the Japanese arms, and he can't turn over.

Zhang Ziwen centralized the management of the grain, and then asked each platoon to come over to receive it, and one person could support the grain to Zhenjiang in three taels at a time. plus 396 people, Wu Fatzi's people are not counted, eating one meal of 118 catties of grain, six hundred catties can also eat five meals, two and a half days of more than 100 miles of land is enough.

When Zhang Ziwen returned, the statistics of each company were also handed in, and there were 232 rounds of ammunition for 7.92 caliber guns, 18 rounds of 62 rounds of ammunition for 6.5 caliber guns, and not a single grenade, and 6.5 caliber guns for the 112 division, and the 112 division for the Northeast Army were Japanese-style weapons. As for machine guns, heavy machine guns, it is impossible to have them. There are only three heavy machine guns in the 103rd Division, and Zhang Ziwen has not seen them until now.

It took more than two o'clock for each row to make a good meal, mainly because there was no pot to cook, and Zhang Ziwen and his party did not have Gui Jun's small steel helmet and only used various methods to cook, Zhang Ziwen was with Wu Fatzi to get a pot to eat, Zhang Ziwen was worried that when passing by the village, the people below would make pots in the village along the way, and they could only use it to change, and those who bullied the people were shot directly.

Sitting in the carriage, Zhang Ziwen leaned on and squinted for a while, letting the platoon commanders take care of it, anyway, it would be benevolent and righteous to take them back if they were not Zhang Ziwen's soldiers at that time. ，

"Zhang Ziwen, Zhang Ziwen"

Zhang Ziwen heard Wu Fatzi crying wolf, and thought that the devil was catching up, so he hurriedly got up.

"What's wrong, Fat Wu." Zhang Ziwen woke up and saw that the devil had not caught up.

"Didn't you tell me to find a place with good feng shui? What do you think of the hill up ahead? ”

Wei Zixuan always wants to be buried, Zhang Ziwen asked Wu Fatzi to find a good feng shui along the way, Zhang Ziwen doesn't know if he will think about having a place to bury him anyway.

"You're going to do this?"

Zhang Ziwen looked at a small river in front of the hill, and a forest on the left and right looked at the feng shui that Jue felt good.

"Fuck your uncle's fart." Wu Yongqing's angry scolding proved that Zhang Ziwen was too much.

"There it is"

People die in the ground for peace, it has been so long, and they are generally buried on the spot, and it is already a bit disrespectful to pull Wei Zixuan here.

"All rest, the assembly of the brothers of the 613th regiment"

The deputy of the regiment is only the deputy of the 613th regiment, and Zhang Ziwen will not call other brothers.

"Fat Wu, you take someone to get a tombstone."

If you don't leave a certificate, it's hard to find it in the future, if Zhang Ziwen doesn't die, he wants to bury the brothers together, he is a brother in life, and he is a brother in death.

"I'll go there, it's too late." Wu Fatzi was about to get it, so he turned around and asked Zhang Ziwen.

"Then make a wooden one and carve it with a bayonet, and that will be all right, right?" If you don't have a stele, you need to have a wooden one.

"Brother Qi, you said that this company commander is also interesting enough, he ran for almost a hundred miles with the dead regiment deputy, but he didn't throw it away." A brother from the 112th Division said to March.

"Yes, yes, Company Commander Zhang gave us food." Another person was on the side, and when he heard it, he came over and said.

"You want to follow him?" March said expressionlessly.

"I have this idea, after all, he became a company commander at a young age, and even that bullish fat man listens to him, and it is better to follow him than the original vampire."

"We'll have to see." Hearing Ma Qi say this, several people dispersed, but Zhang Ziwen was digging a grave for the regimental deputy with a bayonet.

"Commander of the Ninth Company, rest, I'll come."

Zhang Ziwen got out of the way, and one of the brothers pulled out his bayonet and began to dig, and it took more than half an hour to dig the pit out.

The other brothers found stones from the mountains, and the brothers of the 613th regiment at least had to make a decent grave for the regimental deputy. It's really difficult to find a stone in the Jiangnan area, it's all water, and the brothers looked for a long time to find the stone.

"Bring the body of the regimental deputy here."

The grave pit is finished, and naturally it will be buried, Zhang Ziwen suddenly felt a little lost, and it was really yin and yang to be buried.

"Falling to the ground"

With a bang, the brothers held each other, separating Deputy Wei Tuan from the brothers outside into two worlds.

"Salute, Shoot"

Even if there is a lack of ammunition, Zhang Ziwen has to do this.

"Listen, there's gunfire ahead, could it be a devil." Ma Xiaobao said to the old pole.

"There was a gunshot, but why was it gone all of a sudden, shouldn't it be that the devil was slaughtering the villagers." Zhang Qing said again.

The old pole pondered for a moment before he spoke slowly.

"Listening to the gunshots is made by Hanyang, it should be my own people, touch it and take a look, if you don't sleep too hard today, we won't be left behind." After speaking, he looked at a few people, touched his head vigorously and smiled without speaking.

"Then let's go, in case it's Brother Wen." Ma Xiaobao said anxiously.

"What's the hurry, as long as Zhang Ziwen doesn't die, he will definitely return to the team, and he will go with Wu Fatzi, as long as he doesn't meet devils, it's fine."

The old pole has the ability, Zhang Ziwen is not there, everyone will definitely listen to him.

"Vigorously, you and Zhang Li leaned forward, and if it wasn't your own people, you would retreat. Xiaobao and I are waiting for you in the back. ”

The calmness and rigor of the old pole is the capital of his survival, and he will naturally not lose it.

"Okay"

After speaking, he vigorously gave the machine gun to the old pole, and took Zhang Qing's Hanyang to make it with Zhang Qing and touched it to the place where Zhang Ziwen and the others were buried just now.

"Look, there is a new grave."

After looking around but not finding it, Zhang Li, who has good eyesight, found Wei Zixuan's grave.

"Let's go and see, the gunshots just now must have been fired from a high place so far."

After speaking, they walked to the cemetery chosen by Tuan Wei, and when they found the cemetery, Zhang Ziwen had already walked forward for more than a mile.

"Wei what?"

Dali hadn't read a book, only knew a few words about firearms.

"Wei Zixuan's tomb is the regiment deputy, and it was the company commander who put the gun just now, go, hurry back and tell Xiaobao them." As he spoke, he ran back like crazy.

At this time, Zhang Ziwen had already arrived in Nanzhuang, Menghe Town.

"Rest and camp."

It was already more than six o'clock in Nanzhuang and it was starting to get dark.

"The platoon commanders are here, and the food will be distributed to the brothers, and each person will be six taels tonight, and when they are full, they will try to rush to Zhenjiang tomorrow." Arrive in Zhenjiang a little earlier, and you can rest assured a little earlier.

"Company Commander Zhang, I have something to do with you."

After eating, Ma Qi came over and sat next to Zhang Ziwen, he was smoking a cigarette and handed him one by the way, smoking a devil cigarette Zhang Ziwen thought of Xiaobao and them.

"What's the matter, not enough food? It's not six taels per person, but also dried fish. Zhang Ziwen could only think that it was because of the food problem.

"Or is it a problem with your 112th Senior Brother?"

Zhang Ziwen saw that he didn't reply to my words, and he thought that some people in the 112th Division were not convinced.

"Company Commander Zhang, that."

"What the hell are you talking about?" A big man in the Northeast, like a little girl.

"Company Commander Zhang, our brothers from the 112th Division want to join your team." It took March a long time to come up with such a sentence.

"Not on a team now?" At this time, Ma Qi still said this kind of thing, it seems that he wants to enter the Ninth Company, but this is a trouble, and Zhang Ziwen will offend the commander of the Northeast Army.

"No, we're going to throw it into your 103rd Division." Ma Qi saw that Zhang Ziwen didn't answer, so he had to pick out the words clearly.

"Why, it can't be because I give you food, and your military status is still in the 112th Division, how can you vote?" Zhang Ziwen has politely refused, and Ma Qi continues to insist, Zhang Ziwen wants to figure out why?

"Our brothers are from the 6th Company of the 667th Regiment of the 112th Division, and the young marshals in the Northeast Army are good to us, but our battalion commander is a vampire, and even with our company commander. So we don't want to go back, and when we go back, we probably won't even have enough to eat, let alone military salaries, as before. On the issue of military status, it is estimated that the company commander will not care, because as long as he has a name, he can eat empty salary. ”

During the Anti-Japanese War, the national army had the problem of a large amount of empty salaries, but it was just a matter of how much.

"How many people" Zhang Ziwen thought about it for a while, anyway, life and death on the battlefield are up to heaven, what do you have to worry about, it's a big deal to let them go back to the 112th Division, and it will not be possible to do so with only such a few people in the Ninth Company.

"Plus I have twelve ......"

"Brother Wen, Brother Wen, where are you?"

Before Ma Qi finished speaking, Zhang Ziwen heard a familiar voice, Zhang Ziwen stood up excitedly and was about to respond loudly, and suddenly thought that there were still hundreds of people under his hands, so he had to sit down again.